Story: Trapped in Anatolia

There was nothing more she wanted than to see behind the walls that trapped her. She wanted to fly like a newly recruited Angel, gaining its first set of wings. To feel the wind forcefully pushing against her surroundings. As night appraoched she pondered how she would survive another night trapped and helpless where she was reluctant to break free.

How did I get myself in this position? All that I ever desired to gain, Was a replacement for the emptyness inside'. As she sat by the window gazing at the horizon from where she, she sat she could see more to life than being trapped and barricaded. she sighed in her desperation. She tried to reassure herself by just serving the needs of her suitors perfectly. But yet a part of her belonged where she once was, a part of her wanted to have stayed. Submission and servitude is playing a game like no other. Just another game. A chance to break free.

The carriage stopped and he stepped out. He paused and slowly began to breathe in the late night's air. He began to feel a sense of relief. Finally he was positive that the search was over. This was the last option. The last place. The only place where it could be. There was no way in the world he could be wrong. He knew Juliette and understood what her intentions were. He knew this was the place her heart was. 'Her heart....Her heart' He kept rehearsing in his mind. He began to walk towards the back of the carriage when suddenly it stuck him. He stopped suddenly to listen. There it was again. It was audible but calm and serene. For a long time, in silence he heard her heartbeat, a thumping to an accurate rhythym. Perfect. But only for a short time....